The seven days that fill her week,
Are full of burdens from her work.
And the monotony of it,
Brings sadness she cannot avert.
At some point she recalls her youth,
And wonders when her love was lost.
Did she dismiss it as non-truth?
Did she ignore the hefty cost?
But in her mind there is no place,
To wonder if her choice was good.
So every morning, every day.
She works as every good girl should.
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